Loggerheads is the movie that the North Carolina-based posse was drooling to see. Everyone knows producer Gil Holland, knows of writer/director Tim Kirkman, and has been to Kure Beach. Its debut is this morning at 11:30, but no one has tickets, so we're off to the Racquet Club to stand in line.
It's cold, natch, and we have a good 45 minutes outside the tent before the previous movie's lines clear out and we can queue up inside. (Quick recap: every movie has ticket holders and would-be ticket holders. The ticket holders can show up 30 minutes before the show and walk in without waiting. Those without stand in line and pray that unclaimed blocks of tickets will get redistributed on first-come first-serve basis.)
Marshall starts working his schmoozing magic, and within minutes we're chatting up helpful Sundance volunteers Shane, Duke, Victoria and Immaculata. Truth is, they're cool people you'd want to hang out with anyway, but the fact that they can provide us with critical information makes them all the more appealing. Shane is running the show and is confident that our wait won't be in vain.
Shane's right, and a little over two hours later we're settling in for our first movie of the week. Two hours after that, we have a consensus: Loggerheads is a well-acted and touching story that just needs a good editor. It drags at times, and the three interweaving stories (with three separate timelines) don't mesh flawlessly. Still, Bonnie Hunt is a nearly perfect as a mother searching for the son she put up for adoption 20-some years ago. She bravely admits in talkback that she picked up the part only after another actress or two dropped out.
Quien es mas Fuente? Bonnie Hunt in person outside the Racquet Club vs. her character in Loggerheads. In person by a landslide.
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